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“Dude. Your little friend is back. At least he brought the hottie with him.”
Bakugo Katsuki didn’t even bother giving a response to his friend and coworker Kirishima Eijiro despite hearing him loud and clear. He just continued to wipe out the glass he had been cleaning for the last two minutes. At this point, it was squeaking with how clean it was. Kirishima grimaced as he glanced over at it.
“Bro, it’s clean enough. Cut it out.”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki retorted angry but low. Their boss considered their jazz bar a classy place and didn’t tolerate “uncouth behavior” which was real ironic given that the guy was cheating on his wife with a waitress younger than their daughter. Kirishima just shrugged, good natured and all smiles, as he waved to the table that he mentioned to Katsuki earlier. He must have gotten a positive reaction because he chuckled before pulling Katsuki over to the corner of the bar.
“He’s watching you again,” he whispered, amusement laced throughout his voice. Katsuki scowled.
“Of course the little fucking creep is. Wouldn’t be surprised if he has my schedule memorized or something.”
Kirishima laughed, loud and obnoxious. The jazz band that was setting up all shot him an annoyed look, and he bowed in apology.
“I’m taking my break.”
Before Kirishima could say anything, Katsuki untied his bartender apron and threw it by the wash sink. He headed towards the door to the back, but not before shooting a glance over his shoulder to the table Kirishima kept talking about. Lo and behold, his glance was already being returned by oversized and too bright green eyes. The owner flushed red, mouth agape before he ducked it in the collar of an oversized hoodie. His friend, a stoic dude with two toned hair who Katsuki sometimes saw around campus, didn’t seem at all bothered by his antics. He waited, patient and calm, for the waitress who was on her way over. Katsuki rolled his eyes as he went through the flapping doors. That kid was weird as fuck. He had seen him around campus about three months ago, a short, scrawny looking thing always encased in an oversized hoodie. The one time Katsuki had seen in the library, he was in the corner muttering to himself as he wrote in a notebook, stealing glances at Katsuki every now and then. After that, Katsuki never studied at the library again.
Instead of staying in the breakroom, Katsuki opted for going out back to the alleyway behind the bar after grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his locker. Well, from Tanada’s locker, but what the dishwasher didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, that asshole had bummed plenty of cigs from Katsuki over the years. The alleyway was coated in shadows and the stench of old beer, and garbage. The light over the back door didn’t do much in the way of illuminating anything behind the dumpster and the brick wall. It was fucking cold. Katsuki pulled out his phone, scrolling through the missed calls and line messages. Most were from girls on campus, past hookups, hopeful hookups, and girls he was toying with.
“Boring,” he muttered to himself. He had a dozen or so messages and missed calls from some number in particular. Odds were it was that idiot dirty blonde he had coerced last month. He was getting tired of her despite the fact that she pretty much did everything he wanted. It took no time at all to convince her the first time they slept together had been by her free will and not the little extra “help” he had gotten from his friend and occasional dealer Sero. After that, she had pretty much danced to his every tune, easy to bully and gaslight, even easier to fuck. But she was becoming a bit obsessed and Katsuki didn’t have time for the shit.
“Speak of the devil,” he muttered, phone ringing with the same number displayed across it. He hit the answer button but didn’t put it near his ear. Instead, he waited a few seconds and then hung it up. He hoped the bitch would get the hint. He doubted it, but it was a start. He took one last drag on his cigarette before snuffing it out against the side of the building. Time to get back at it.
Kirishima seemed eager for his return, face still displaying all his sharp teeth in a dumb smile. He didn’t even need to ask why. Sitting at the bar was the weirdo, his halo of frizzy green curls shading his eyes and making his expression hard to guess given that he still had half of his face in his hoodie. His friend was still at their table, an absentminded expression on his face as he picked at the bruschetta they had ordered. In front of the weirdo was whatever drink he had ordered from Kirishima, most of it still there. Katsuki snorted as he put his apron back on. Little creeper must be a lightweight if he couldn’t finish one of Kirishima’s weak ass drinks.
“Bakubro, my dude. I think I’m gonna’ go and take my break. You can take care of my new friend Midoriya, right?” Katsuki didn’t bother to respond. Just picked up the glass he had been cleaning earlier, making sure his back was facing them both as he resumed cleaning it. Kirishima’s chuckle was easy to hear, even with the jazz band playing. He didn’t say anything else, however. He just took off his own apron and patted Katsuki on his back.
“Be nice,” he murmured. “He may be a stalker, but he’s a pretty nice dude.” Katsuki’s response was to shrug his hand off.
After he left, there wasn’t much sound coming from the bar’s only patron. Katsuki was over cleaning the glass but he didn’t want to turn around and make eye contact with him. He didn’t get to do what he wanted. There was a loud sound of breaking glass behind him. Katsuki turned around to see the weirdo red faced and damn near crying at the mess of broken glass, ice, and liquid in front of him.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!” he shouted in an annoying and loud voice. “If you give me a towel, I can clean it up myself!” And now the idiot was crying. Big, fat tears rolled down his face, a splotchy red mottling his pale skin. And dammit if Katsuki didn’t like criers. Bonus points when their tears had something to do with him. He didn’t dwell long on this train of thought, couldn’t when the idiot tried to scoop up glass and ice with his bare hands.
“Stop that, you fuckin’ deku. If you end up cutting your useless hands, I’m not doing shit to help you.”
His words had an instant effect. The idiot moved his hands lightening fast from the bar, tucking them in the pocket on the front of his hoodie.
“Yes, sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to break the glass. I just went to lift it up, and it just slipped from my fingers.”
“I heard your pathetic apology the first time, dammit. Just stop talking and let me clean up your mess.”
Katsuki brought over the trashcan and held it underneath the bar top edge. He used his towel to swoop the entire mess into the plastic bag. He threw the towel away too for extra measure. He wasn’t gonna sit there and make sure no glass had gotten entangled in the threads. The entire time the weirdo sat quiet, watching his hands and avoiding looking Katsuki in the face. Up close he could see his face was dotted with an overabundance of freckles and his eerie green eyes were surrounded by stubby dark lashes. He was destroying his lower lip with his teeth, muttering a little to himself. He wasn’t as plain looking as Katsuki first thought but he wasn’t much for guys. He had fooled around with some in the past, but he was most often with girls. Why the fuck would would he want some sweaty dude when he could get a handful of tits and a sweet and soft body under him? Plus, girls were easier to hold down; easier to manipulate.
Katsuki looked at the little loser after he finished cleaning up. He startled when he met his eyes, a little squeak leaving his mouth. He covered it with his hands, turning even redder. Ah, say what you want, but this shit was a great boost to Katsuki’s ego.
“You always going round breaking shit like a little deku?” The weirdo let out a strange giggle, high pitched and a little unhinged.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Katsuki snapped. The loser had some real nerve laughing at him like it wouldn’t be easy to snap his thin neck. He waved his hands at Katsuki in a sign of surrender.
“Not laughing at you! It’s just. Well, my name can be read like Deku. People point it out sometimes. But it’s Izuku. Midoriya Izuku.”
He peered at Katsuki through his bangs, those weird green eyes of his making him feel like his soul was on display. Katsuki fought the urge to cover them with his fists.
“I think Deku is a more appropriate name for someone I have to clean up after.” Katsuki was already pushing his actual name to the back of his mind. It wasn’t worth remembering.
“I,I know your name,” Deku whispered. Katsuki didn’t respond; he stared at him with a bored expression.
“You’re Bakugo Katsuki,” Deku murmured, voice a whisper. Katsuki had leaned forward without realizing it. Deku looked up and looked down, unable to keep contact with Katsuki for long. God, what a little loser. Too bad he wasn’t a chick. Katsuki would have let him blow him in the back. Maybe if he ever got desperate enough, he would. He seemed small enough to toss around. His hoodie almost reached his knees, and the sleeves flopped over his hands despite his constant attempts to shake them out of the way. Said sleeves were wet from his drink snafu, but Deku let them stay in the way. Katsuki went back to ignoring him, making drinks for the few tables besides Deku’s. Deku didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t leave the bar even though he didn’t ask for another drink. After a while, Katsuki got annoyed. It was weird feeling someone’s eyes track your every movement so up close.
“Plan on ordering another drink, idiot?” Deku started at being addressed by Katsuki again. He shook his head hard, an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking,” he said, all sheepish and apologetic.
“All my friends tease me about it.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes though he did file the information away. You never know when things can come in handy for later, no matter how pathetic. For fuck’s sake, he hadn’t even finished his first drink. As it was for now, he wanted to start cleaning up. They were open for another hour and half, but Katsuki always tried to start shutting down the bar earlier after a last call. As if on cue, Kirishima could be seen stopping by each of the tables asking if anyone wanted another drink.
“Hey, see that?” he asked Deku, gesturing at Kirishima making rounds. “That means bar’s bout to close. So if you ain’t drinking, you’re paying and leaving.” Deku seemed to deflate into himself.
“Oh. I already paid Kirishima for my drink. I’m sorry.”
“Why the fuck are you apologizing?”
Deku let out another of those weird, shrill laughs, hopping off the barstool. He was short as fuck. Katsuki could tell he had a good 4, 5 inches on him.
“It, it was nice to be served by you. I hope I get to see you around campus.” Katsuki didn’t bother to respond, just raised an eyebrow at Deku’s statement. He hovered there, awkward and waiting for a few seconds for Katsuki to say something else. Katsuki was spared having to tell him to push on by his friend.
“Midoriya, let’s go,” he called over from the entrance. He stared at the two of them with heterochromatic eyes, thin lips pursed. He didn’t move until Deku scurried back over to him. After that, he stared at Katsuki for a brief, intense moment before shaking his head and leaving with Deku.
“Fuck you, pretty boy,” Katsuki muttered to himself. He sent both of the freaks a middle finger in his mind before getting back to cleaning the bar.
Taking out the trash was Katsuki’s least favorite closing activity. But he had pushed it off on everyone else for a month now, so he was hard pressed to skip it. As soon as he tossed the damn bag in the dumpster, it burst spilling a disgusting mixture of ice, food remnants, and that mysterious slime from when they let out the dishwater that no one knew where the fuck it came from over his hand, arm, and sleeve.
“Fuckin’ sonaofbitch!” Katsuki swore and he shook his arm, liquid shaking everywhere. Fuck this. And fuck this entire night. He smelt his arm and gagged a little. Could this shit night get any more annoying? As if waiting for his rhetorical question, Katsuki heard the timid sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. Katsuki took a deep breath before turning around, annoyed. His annoyance grew when he saw who was standing in the light, wringing their hands. The stupid chick he had ignored earlier. She looked off. Expression pinched, hair lank around her heart shaped face. The bad lighting didn’t do her any justice either, emphasizing the shadows underneath her eyes. The blotchiness of her skin.
“Kats! It’s been a while, man. You forget about me?” She tried to laugh, but it sounded flat and forced. She cringed when she heard it, cutting it off in an instant. Katsuki didn’t respond; he just stared at her with a blank expression.
“It’s, it’s Camie, dude. Utsushimi Camie? Goes by Camie cuz my last name is totes a mouthful? I know it’s been a hot minute, but I didn’t think you forgot about me for real, right?” Katsuki sighed. This bitch didn’t want to take the hint. Well, Katsuki could make it clear to her.
“I would have to bother remembering you to forget. The fuck are you comin to my job for? Can’t take a hint?” Camie didn’t answer though her shoulders seemed to tense up. She just stayed in the shadows for a moment before taking a tentative step forward. She looked terrible. Old mascara clung to her lashes. The bags under her eyes were even worse up close. Her lips looked dry and cracked. Katsuki recoiled in disgust.
“The fuck? When’s the last time you showered?” She laughed as if Katsuki had made the funniest of jokes.
“You always know how to make me laugh, Kats. Why did you stop calling me, man? Was it like, a bad lay last time for you? I can do totes better!” She stepped closer again. Katsuki sneered. It was in fact a terrible lay last time he slept with her. It turned out she couldn’t handle rough. Not unless he laced her weed or whatever drink he gave her. It was becoming a hassle to even get her to come over, let alone getting drugs from Sero. Plus, she was too clingy afterwards, wanting reassurance even as she was still confused about how she ended up from the couch to his bed.
If he was honest, Katsuki wasn’t sure why she was so hung up on him. But whatever the reason, he was sick of it.
“Listen,” he said with as much irritation and disgust he could muster. “I’m done with you. So leave me the hell alone and go stick yourself to the next dick that comes your way.”
His words didn’t seem to stick. Camie just inched a little more forward, hand outstretched. Katsuki didn’t feel like causing a scene by shoving her away from him. No matter how annoyed he was, he was still at his job. And though the alley was quiet, he couldn’t be too sure who was around listening. Just then, what sounded like the click of a camera on a phone could be heard followed by a loud crash and yelp. Camie jumped and sprung away from Katsuki, face growing paler than it already was.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, calm down,” Katsuki snapped at her. He turned to make out a shadowy figure lying on the disgusting concrete. The sense of deja vu hit him right in the gut. What were the odds of having two random back alley encounters on the same night.
“Whoever the fuck is lyin’ there like some creep, either leave or come the fuck out.” He didn’t expect the stranger to listen and come forward. He expected it less for the lurker to be the green haired idiot from the bar.
“Deku?” The weirdo let out his weird laugh from earlier, tugging at one of his curls, hoodie smeared with whatever he had fallen in on the ground. His other hand clutched his phone.
“Midoriya Izuku,” he corrected in a soft, low voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I, I can’t seem to find my house keys and the front of the bar is locked. So when I heard voices, I was hoping it was staff and they could let me look around. But it was dark, so I tried to use my light but clicked the camera and then fell.” He turned to Camie, head tilting in recognition.
“Oh! Hi, Camie! I didn’t know you knew Bakugo!” Camie seemed to shrink into herself, arms crossing across her chest to grab at her shoulders. Deku didn’t seem to know how uncomfortable and weak her, “hey” in response to his greeting was. He just came closer, a wide smile painted on his chubby cheeks. He seemed to have a revelation.
“Um…Don’t worry about the camera. If I took a picture by accident, I’ll make sure to delete it. I know it's been hard for you since the incident. Your mother still talks about it with mine when they meet for coffee.” Deku clamped his hand over his mouth, shooting a glance at Katsuki then back to Camie.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bring it up! Seriously, Camie.” Deku’s voice petered out as he watched Camie sinking more into herself.
“If, if you ever need help in class, I can help you out, ok? Offer still stands.” Deku smiled but it didn’t seem to set Camie at ease.
“What fuckin’ incident?” Katsuki snapped. The last thing he could stand was being out of the loop. Deku stared at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with him. Camie wasn’t any better.
“Deku,” he sneered. “Answer my fucking question.” Deku looked up at him, eyes wide as he gnawed at his bottom lip. He shot another glance at Camie before Katsuki made a moment to grab him.
“Ok, ok! Um, freshman year… Camie got caught in a…compromising position with a TA in one of the labs. Someone took pictures and spread them around. She, shehadtoleaveschoolforawhileandlostherscholarship,” Deku finished in a rush, a miserable expression on his face.
“People still have copies of it,” Camie whispered underneath her breath. Deku made a movement to reach for her hand, but stopped halfway through it. He tugged the strings on his hoodie.
“I should go,” Camie said. She plastered a fake smile on her face but couldn’t keep it.
“Kats, I’ll call you later, man.”
“I’m sorry, Camie,” Deku murmured again, head bowed. Camie didn’t respond to him. Just shuffled away. When she was gone, Deku resumed the story like there hadn’t been a break in between.
“Her grades had been slipping since that time too. When she came back, she got put on academic and behavior probation and lost her scholarship. Her mom can’t afford the payments without working another job. She talks to my mom about it all the time. If, if she slips up again, she’s gonna’ have to drop out. And her mom threatened to disown her.”
If Deku was trying to get Katsuki to feel bad for Camie’s dumbass, he was barking up the wrong tree. It was her fault for slutting around campus and getting caught.
“The fuck are you telling me all this for, idiot Deku?” Deku looked up at him, eyes too big and too green. The light caught them in a way that caused an almost hypnotic shifting of colors across them. Katsuki could see his pupil expand and contract with the flickering light. Back and forth. Expand. Contract. Expand. Contract. He didn’t seem to blink.
“Isn’t Bakugo dating Camie?”
He blinked, slow and unhurried after his question, and Katsuki was able to pull himself free of whatever weird ass mood had gotten him. All of a sudden, it all hit Katsuki. The late hour. The dirty, cold alleyway. The trash water that was still dripping from his sleeve and stinking up the place. Camie’s bullshit. And the weird little stalker nerd in front of him. Katsuki’s temper flared and he shoved Deku hard enough for him to stumble backwards though he didn’t fall again. That irritated Katsuki even more so he shoved him again.
“Listen up, you little shit. Who I stick my dick in is none of your fuckin’ business. Just because I wouldn’t date pathetic shit like Camie doesn’t mean you have a chance in hell with me. Coming to my job. Lurking around alleyways like some freaking creeper. Cut all that shit out. Leave me the fuck alone and stay outta my sight, got it?”
Katsuki didn’t wait for an answer. Just shoved past Deku who didn’t move from his spot.
“What about my keys?” he called after Katsuki.
“Bar opens at 2. Suggest you find a park bench or a dumpster til then.”
The next day on campus showed Katsuki that Deku hadn’t taken his warning to heart. He saw him in the hallway of his first class. He saw him outside the gym. He saw him in the cafeteria, eating noodles with that two toned friend of his, trying to duck his head down when Katsuki made eye contact with him across the cafeteria. He even saw him while he was walking home. By that time, he had had enough of this. He slowed his pace as he passed the little green space in between buildings. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone. Katsuki bent down and pretended to tie his shoe. Katsuki could hear Deku’s hesitant steps as he got closer. When he was within reach, Katsuki sprung up and grabbed the back of Deku’s hoodie, dragging him to the clearance. He shoved Deku against the wall, hands in fists against the cold siding. He glared at the shorter male a frown on his face. Deku for his part hadn’t said a single thing besides a small yelp when Katsuki had initially grabbed him. If anything, he was too easy to move around, not a single fight in his body. Though he was trembling, he raised no struggle.
“Thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone,” he whispered in Deku’s ear, tone harsh and angry.
“Are you too stupid to understand or do you have some kinda masochist kink and want me to beat the shit outta til you get the message?”
Deku shivered a little, but Katsuki picked up on it.
“The fuck? You really would like that, wouldn’t you, you little creep?” Deku didn’t answer.
“Answer me, Deku,” Katsuki ordered as he leaned even closer. He made sure not to touch any part of Deku and the little idiot pressed himself as hard as he could against the wall behind him. He couldn’t look up at Katsuki in this position, but Katsuki didn’t think he would even if he could.
“You’re too close,” Deku mumbled and the tremor in his voice was honey in Katsuki’s ears.
“It makes me nervous.”
Katsuki moved back slowly, making sure to take his time to show Deku it was his choice to move, not the little shit’s scared voice. Once he was out of his personal space, Deku looked up at him. His eyes were still on the side of too much but they were wet with tears. As he blinked, they slid down his face and caught on his lashes. It was like once he started, the floodgates opened. He kept crying even as he stumbled through an apology.
“Sorry! I, I really didn’t mean to make you angry. I just… I just like you a lot! Please at least be my friend!” Deku bowed at a perfect ninety degrees while still sobbing his heart out. And damn if his tear stained face didn’t go right to Katsuki’s dick.
“Stop all that damn crying. You look ridiculous.” Deku dry heaved as he tried to stop the flow of his tears. He wiped his face on his sleeve, sniffling like some small child. Katsuki rolled his eyes. Disgusting.
“You want my dick that bad that you’re out here stalking and crying?” Deku’s already red face seemed to grow even brighter until his ears glowed. He looked like a strawberry. Katsuki chuckled meanly.
“That’s, that’s not true!”
Deku’s red face negated his words. Katsuki said as much.
“I mean it! I’m not like those girls! I’m not after… I’m not after sex .” Deku whispered the word and covered his mouth as if he was breaking some cardinal rule. Katsuki was annoyed by the prudish behavior. He just wanted to get his dick sucked and move on from the creeper. Deku didn’t notice his scowl of annoyance. He just kept talking.
“I just thought you were really handsome. And we had a class together our first year. And you were really smart and always did so well in class. And you were always surrounded by friends and people and just so…. just so cool and dazzling.”
Katsuki preened under Deku’s mumbling, doing nothing to interrupt it when it was all about him. He waited until Deku ran out of steam. His hand returned to his mouth as if to block the flow of words.
“Sorry,” he said, muffled by his fingers. Katsuki noticed that one of them was crooked, knuckles knobby and hand scarred. “I tend to mumble a lot. Even more when I’m nervous.”
“You seem to mumble a lot around me,” Katsuki said with a smirk. His immediate thought after was “ What the fuck ?” Was he fucking flirting now? And for what? Some scrawny twink stalker who couldn’t even form a full sentence? His dick twitched as said stalker ran his tongue over his lips and scrubbed the last bit of tears from his face. When another sniffle from Deku made Katsuki want to bite his cheeks until he started crying again, he made up his mind. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket.
“You on Line? Gimme your i.d.” Deku just stared at him with his mouth open and eyes the size of saucers.
“You mean like my number?” Katsuki smiled. It wasn’t a friendly one by any means. Anyone else seeing such a smile might have had a tiny sense of self preservation and decided he wasn’t something they wanted to fool around with. Deku wasn’t one of those people. He leaned forward as if entranced by the display of teeth.
“Yeah your number. You wanted to be friends right? You still wanna be my friend, De-ku?”
Deku chewed his lip and nodded, a determined expression on his face.
“Yes. I very much want to be Bakugo’s friend. Please take care of me from now on.”
Katsuki just smiled wider.
The first thing he did after taking Deku’s number (he didn’t return the favor. Let the little creeper wonder if this was going anywhere for awhile) was to message Sero. While his friend, Sero was also the unofficial dealer on campus. If Katsuki was honest, Sero was probably the shadiest of their friend group though none of them were choir boys by any stretch. Still, Sero was the only one who dealed. And not just weed. Anything from acid to rave drugs to roofies, Sero had it all. He also was the picture of discretion no matter who his customer was. In fact, there was a rumor that he was the dean’s wife’s sole coke provider. Of course, Sero would neither confirm or deny, choosing instead to comment on the size of her tits.
Katsuki headed to his place after getting a message back that he was restocked. Sero’s parents paid for his apartment, like Katsuki’s did. Though they weren’t as well off as the Bakugos, Sero’s dealing helped with a lot of the rent. He opened the apartment door, smiling lazily at Katsuki before moving out of the way. The smell of weed and pizza hung heavy in the air. The rest of Katsuki’s friends were already there, spread out around the cramped living room playing Mario Kart.
“Bakubabe, what brings you round these parts?” Sero asked as he made his way back to the permanent divot in his couch. He grabbed his dragon bong, holding it up to Katsuki. After a moment of debate, Katsuki flopped down on the couch next to him and took a huge hit, watching his friend Kaminari get his ass beat by Kirishima. He held the smoke in his lungs until he choked a little, exhaling and letting the high rush over him.
“How are you still shit at this game after all this time?” Kaminari pouted.
“Sorry not all of us are over-achievers like you are, honor student.”
“Sorry I didn’t fry my brain cells dropping acid at raves and EDM parties.”
Kirishima chuckled at Katsuki’s words, even as he launched a red shell at Kaminari.
“Come on, bro!!! Cut me a break!”
Katsuki lounged for a moment, making fun of Kaminari’s shit playing before turning to Sero.
“I need some…party favors,” he muttered to Sero. “Fucking green haired shitty twink won’t leave me alone.” He left out the part about how said twink didn’t seem to want to put out so he was going to make him put out. Not that it would matter to Sero. Katsuki could tell him he planned on roofying a dog for shits and giggles and he would still sell it to him.
Kirishima laughed loud and brash, but didn’t comment on Katsuki’s words. Kaminari wasn’t so kind.
“Dude, Kirishima totally called this shit!”
Katsuki flicked him off lazily, not bothering with a verbal response. He knew he should have waited until Sero was alone before asking.
Sero took the bong from him, not bothering to respond yet as he lit up, the bubbling sound soothing to Katsuki’s current head space.
“Green hair? Twink? Is it for a dude this time?” Sero asked so casually it was like he didn’t care either way.
“Yeah. Some loser named Mido something or other.” Sero choked on his smoke out of nowhere. He set the bong down, coughing so much that Katsuki tried to pat him on the back. Once he got it under control, he started chuckling to himself.
“Midoriya Izuku?” Sero asked. Katsuki felt self conscious. Yeah he had never gone for dudes before, but he didn’t think his friend would make such a big deal about it.
“Got a problem with him being a dude?” This seemed to make Sero laugh harder, triggering another bout of coughing.
“Dude, chill. You know me of all people doesn’t care. Just… Midoriya Izuku, huh?”
“Yeah, I think that’s the stalker’s name.” Sero grinned, wide and amused.
“Ah, so you’re getting stalked by him? Stay safe out there, man.” Sero cracked up again, and Katsuki punched him.
Katsuki’s irritation with Sero was so bad that he gave him a discount. Still, he stayed amused at Katsuki, telling him to have a good time with his “little Greenie” before he left. It wasn’t until he was home that asking Sero what he knew about Deku crossed his mind. But by then, he was over all of them. Katsuki took a hot shower, still not bothering to message Deku. After his shower, he sprawled out on his bed, going through messages and dm’s he wasn’t going to answer. Now that he was in there, he was happy to find he didn’t have any new messages from the Cam chick. Having Deku witness her pathetic ass seemed to have chased her off. Well, that was something he owed the creeper.
“Maybe I should grace him with a thank you,” Katsuki thought to himself before falling asleep.
Though he didn’t get that chance. Deku seemed to have disappeared from Katsuki’s sight since the day they
exchanged numbers. A few days had passed since he bought the drugs from Sero, but even though he tried to keep an eye out, he hadn’t seen Deku once. He knew he was still around; Sero kept shooting him messages, asking Bakugo if he “partied hard” with him yet. But oddly enough, it was like he was going out of his way to run into Katsuki. Finally annoyed enough to do something about it, Katsuki messaged him when he had the next two days off of work and school.
Bakugo K: What, did you finally get the hint and stop stalking me on campus?
It wasn’t even a full minute before he got a response. The desperation in Deku’s message was palpable. It went straight to Katsuki’s dick.
Shitty Stalker: Is this Bakugo??? HI! I’m sry I havent been on campus. My mother got sick and i went home to help her out.
Shitty Stalker: I wasnt avoiding you! How is Bakugo? Even though i wasnt stalking u, i did miss seeing u on campus
Shitty Stalker: Oh! If this isnt Bakugo im so sry! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Katsuki didn’t bother to respond to all of Deku’s stupid messages. Who the fuck would keep messaging someone before confirming it was them for crying out loud?! Instead, he just decided to eliminate the middleman and get his dick wet in one fell swoop.
Bakugo K: If you want to actually see me without lurking around corners, I suggest you get your ass back to campus by tomorrow night.
Shitty Stalker: huh? why?
Katsuki had to hold back his annoyance. The fuck did he mean “why?” This little asshole should be jumping at his every command. Katsuki still hadn’t forgotten how pathetic and wide eyed he was when he shoved him against the wall. It made his dick hard as fuck to think about the loser crying again because of him. The prospect of those tears were the only reason he didn’t tell him to fuck off and look for someone else.
Bakugo K: Because I said so you little shit. You either come over tomorrow night or fuck all the way off.
Shitty Stalker: me?????? In Bakugo’s place???? Really???????(ง ื▿ ื)ว ＼(≧▽≦)／w(°ｏ°)w
“What the fuck is this???” Katsuki was starting to second guess his decision. But he already bought the fucking drugs, and he didn’t feel like finding someone else. It was so much easier when they were already obsessed with him. But the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want Deku in his space. The weirdo would probably steal his underwear or some shit.
Bakugo K: naw, I’ll come to you. Send me your address. And your place better be clean.
Shitty Stalker: ill scrub it top to bottom!
Katsuki almost told him to scrub some other bottom, but held back.
Bakugo K.: Yeah, hope you like to party, nerd.
Deku sent a bunch more excited kaomojis that Katsuki didn’t bother to respond to. Instead, he closed his phone, smiling to himself as he opened up Sero’s last message about Deku. He sent him a simple thumbs up before clicking off his phone. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.